Now the Principal, good Mr. Gregory Grumm, was a very wise man, just as smart as they come. He knew more than anyone else in this nation about long division and multiplication. He knew all the answers. Why oceans are deep. Why skies are so high, and why mountains are steep. He should have the answer to this thing on Mayzie.

"It says here. it says, daisies grow on the land. They grow between rocks. They grow also in sand. It mentions right here they can grow in a pot. But mention the head of a girl, it does not!

"Say, look it!" said Mayzie.

"It's wilting! It's drooping! How wonderful, Mayzie! It soon will be dead! You'll be rid of that daisy!" "In just a few minutes, our troubles will pass," declared Mr. Grumm. "Take her back to the class.

Then the principal saw a most terrible sight. The daisy was dying. (And THAT was all right.) But that daisy was part of poor Mayzie McGrew, and Mayzie was starting to wilt away, too! "Teacher," said Grumm, "You know what I think...! They're both going to die! Hurry! Bring them a drink!"

"That daisy! That girl's the worst problem in town! You take her away and you make her lie down! You lock her up tight in that room down the hall. There are quite a few numbers that I've got to call!"